Charlotte walked up the path towards the double-story bed and breakfast— the exact same path that had been haunting her dreams. The house looked exactly the same as it did in her dreams, but during the day it looked far less eerie. In fact, it was rather cute and quaint. Still, she hesitated before ringing the bell, not knowing what answers, if any, would await her.
Bracing herself with a deep breath, Charlotte pressed the button. She had painted her nails a dark aqua color for the graduation ceremony, and the color stood out starkly against her pale skin and the white paint of the house. She could hear the electronic ding-dong the bell sent through the house, which was followed by the sound of a gruff voice yelling that the door was open. Greg had wanted to come with her, but this was s
